قد مرَّ للرُزْءِ الذي حلَّ بي

قد مرَّ للرُزْءِ الذي حلَّ بي

حولٌ ووجدي ثابتٌ لا يَريمْ

حولٌ ووجدي ثابتٌ لا يَريمْ

Since the calamity that befell me, there has passed

Time has passed for the mockery that befell me

A year, yet my grief remains constant and does not depart.

Yet my condition remains unchanged

وكلَّما قلتُ عفَا كَلْمُه

وكلَّما قلتُ عفَا كَلْمُه

عاودني منه عِداد السليمْ

عاودني منه عِداد السليمْ

And whenever I say, “Its wound has healed,”

And whenever its talk subsides

From it, the recurring pangs of the snake-bitten return to me.

Its counting of the unblemished resumes

يزيدُه طولُ البِلى جِدَّةً

يزيدُه طولُ البِلى جِدَّةً

وأَقتلُ الأدواءِ داءٌ قديمْ

وأَقتلُ الأدواءِ داءٌ قديمْ

The longer it wears away, the fresher it grows;

Length of time only increases its intensity

And the deadliest of ailments is an old one.

And I battle maladies with an old affliction